Come sail your ships around me and burn your bridges down. We make a little history, baby, every time you come around. Come loose your dogs upon me and let your hair hang down. You are a little mystery to me every time you come around. We talk about it all night long, we define our moral ground. But when I crawl into your arms everything comes tumbling down.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1780 | 2016-06-23 19:57:00 | 113.04 | 98% |
| 1720 | 2016-06-16 18:04:50 | 117.68 | 99% |
| 1293 | 2016-05-03 18:49:35 | 112.89 | 98% |
| 662 | 2016-02-05 21:57:02 | 105.39 | 99% |
| 546 | 2016-02-03 21:37:34 | 107.19 | 100% |
| 390 | 2016-02-01 18:23:25 | 101.70 | 98% |
| 86 | 2016-01-19 18:29:02 | 94.39 | 96% |